Dove Vai Se Il Vizietto Non Ce L'Hai - La moglie cornuta

Oh, my God!

He was still standing there like a statue.

Like an asshole!

Wait till I get my panties.

Who's moving, I'm *********.

First, a cutlet.

Then the other thing. - Yes, sir?

And the other one. - Then I'm not walking.

My husband's little pig has ******. - What an assault!

He's shaved, he's lepraised, he's catted, he's tigrated!

When you investigate, you'll find I didn't overdo it.

Provocation and betrayal in full order.

I'm not questioning what you told me.

But I need more detailed exposure.

More detailed than that?

Did I tell you about underwear?

Then let's see these underpants. - Here they are.

I'm a squirt. - No, they're mine.

So your husband tore up your skirt?

No, he pulled it up to life.

Oh, like that?

But how could her husband take the other stuff away from you if he gets it?

That bitch took care of it. Her lair picked her up on her own.

My husband made it easy for him.

I didn't think of that. Easy easy.

It's easy because one puts. Here. One puts. Oh, my God!

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